Flight Of The Conchords Album

J: Je voudrais une croissant
J: Je suis enchante
J: Ou est le bibliotheque?
J: Voila mon passport
J: Ah, Gerard Depardieu
B + J:Un baguette, ah ha ha, oh oh oh oh
B: Ba Ba ba-ba Bow!
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
B: Et maintenant le voyage a la supermarche!
B: Le pamplemousse (grapefruit)
B: Ananas (pineapple)
B: Jus d’orange
B: Boeuf
B: Soup du jour
LyricsB: Le camembert
B: Jacque Cousteau
B: Baguettte
J: Mais oui
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour
J: Bon jour
F: Bon jour, monsieur
J: Bonjour mon petit bureau de change
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Ca va?
L: Ca va.
B: Voila – le conversation a la parc.
B: Ou est le livre?
J: A la bibliotheque
B: Et le musique dance?
J: Et le discotheque.
B: Et le discotheque
J: C’est ci, baby!
J: Un, deux, trois, quatre
B: Ba ba ba-ba bow!
All: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
F: Ou est le piscine?
J: Pardon moi?
F: Ou’est le piscine?
J: ...Uh...
F: Splish splash
J: ...Uh...
F: Eh...
J: Je ne comprends pas.
F: Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Eh?
F: Eh? Parlez-vous le francais?
J: Uh ....No.
F: Hmmm.
B: Foux da fa fa
Foux da fa fa fa fa
Foux da fa fa
Ah ee ah
Ba ba ba-ba bow!

Inner city life.
Inner city pressure.
The concrete world is starting to get ya.
The city is alive, the city is expanding.
Living in the city can be demanding.
You pawned everything, everything you owned.
Your tooth brush jar and a camera phone.
You don't know where you're going.
You cross the street, you don't know why you did.
You walk back across the street.
Standing in the sitting room.
Totally stint. And your favorite jersey is covered in lint.
You want to sit down but you sold your chair.
So you just stand there. You just stand there...
(YOU JUST STAND THERE!)

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Counting coins on the counter of the 7/11.
From a quarter past six til a quarter to seven.
The manager, Bevin, starts to abuse me.
LyricsHey man, I just want some musely.
Neon signs, hidden messages.
Questions, answers, fetishes.
You know you're not in high finance.
Considering second hand underpants.
Check your mind, how'd it get so bad?
What happened to those other underpants you had?
Look in your pockets, haven't found a cent yet.
Tenants on your balls, "have you payed your rent yet?"

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

So you think maybe you'll be a prostitute.
Just to pay for your lessons, you're learning the flute.
Ladies wouldn't pay you very much for this.
Looks like you'll never be a concert flutist.

You don't measure up to the expectation.
When you're unemployed, there's no vacation.
No one cares, no one sympathizes.
You just stay home and play synthesizers.

Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.
Inner. Inner city. Inner city pressure.

Bret:
They call me the rhymenocerous
Not because I'm fat
Not because I've got birds on my back
Because I'm horny, I'm horny
When I'm on the mic
I'm like global warming
You can't ignore me
In the bedroom I'm the gentleman
All the ladies come before me
Check your yellow pages I'm a registered rhymenaecologist
Now I'm passing over the mic to the hiphop-potamus

Jemaine:
They call me the hiphop-potamus
My lyrics are bottomless

Bret (spoken)Is that it?
Jemaine(spoken)Yeah

Bret:
LyricsSometimes my rhymes are obscene
Described as smutty, pornographic scene that's r18
They're so filthy, I feel guilty
I have to rinse my mouth out with Listerine
Like when I rap about those bitches smothered in margarine
Hahahaha
(gun sound affects)
(spoken)Sorry about that, that was a bit violent
Sorry about that one, you have a go

jemaine:
They call me the hiphop-potamus
cause I got flows that glow like phosphorous
Poppin off the top of this oesophageus
Not because I'm a water dwelling mammal from Africa
Called a hippopotamus I'm not a hippopotamus, I'm a hiphop-potamus
Where did you get the preposterous hypothesis that I was a hippopotamus?
Did Steve tell you?
What's he got to do with it?
Bloody Steve!!

both guys:
Other rappers diss me
Say my rhymes are sissy
What, what, what, why, why, why?

jemaine:
Be more constructive with your feedback

Bret:
Because I rap about reality
both guys:
Like me and my grandma having a cup of tea?
Ain't no party like my nana's tea party
Hey-ho

bret:
Freestyle, hiphop-potamus you do some freestyling
jemaine:
I'm freestylin just on the microphone
On the bbc, on the bbc
I'm just freestylin on the bbc
Um British broadcasting company
i'm just basically making this shit up as I go along
Basically just free
Just basically from the top of my dome
Sometimes it's not so good

My rhymes are so potent that in this small segment
I made all the lady listeners pregnant
Yeah that's right, sometimes my lyrics are sexist
But you lovely bitches know, should know
I'm trying to correct this

Children on the streets using guns and knives
Taking drugs and each other's lives
Killing each other using knives and forks
And calling each other names like dork

There's people on the street getting diseases from monkeys
Yeah that's what I said, their getting diseases from monkeys
Whys this happening, please, whose been touching these monkeys
Leave these poor sick monkeys alone
There sick, they've got problems enough as it is

A man is lying on the street, some punk has chopped off his head
And I'm the only one who stops to see if he's dead, aaoohhh
Turns out he's dead

That's why I'm singing, Aaaaoooh what is wrong with the world today?
What's wrong with the world today, *mumbles* never said nothings wrong with it
Uooo, what is wrong with the world today?
Think about it, think about it, think, think about it

Good cops get framed and put into a can
LyricsAnd all the money that we're making is going to the maaan

What man, whose the man, when's a man a man, why's it so hard to be a man
Am I a man? Yes, technically, yes...

Oohh, come on, sont zootka they're turning kids into slaves
They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers
But what's the real cost, âЂ?cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers when you got little kid slaves making them
What are your overheads?

Well, at the end of your life, you are lucky if you die
Sometimes I wonder why I would even try
Why try
I saw a man lying on the street half dead
He had knives and forks sticking out of his leg
He said, Ahh ahh ahh ahhhhhhhhwww
Can somebody get the knife and fork out of my leg, please
Ooh, could somebody please remove these cutleries from my knees
Yeah yeeeahhh
This is where we break it down
This is where we break it down
We'll break it down
What are they doing, their breaking it down
What do they do, and now their keeping it funky
Just having a funky jam and then we're going to drop the beat
And then we'll bring it back *wails* Up
Wah wah wah waaah!

*Both go to town with the wailing*

Then we'll take it low
Fading out, fading out
We're talking about the issues, but we're keeping it funky
We're fading out, we're just fading out
Why they getting quiet, they're just fading out
*monkey noises*
Stop touching that monkey

J: Ooohhh....ooooh....
I just wanna, I just wanna
B: Just wanna do something special for all the Ladies in the World
J: Oh yes (J)
B: Just wanna do somethin' special
J: Ah (J)
B: For all the Ladies in the world
J: Is that possible? (J)
B: And the gir-rls
Don't forget them girls
J: Caribbean
B: (Ladies)
J: Parisian
B: (Ladies)
J: Bolivian
B: (Ladies)
J: Namibian
B: (Ladies)
J: Eastern Indochinian
B: (Ladies)
J: Republic of Dominican
LyricsB: (Ladies)
J: Amphibian
B: (Ladies)
J: Presbyterian
B: (Ladies)
J: Outta sight
B: Amazin' ladies
J: Late night
B: Hard workin' ladies
J: Erudite
B: Brainy ladies
J: Hermaphrodite
B: Lady-man-ladies
J: Oh you sexy hermaphrodite lady-man-ladies
With your sexy lady bits
And your sexy man bits too
Even you must be in to you ooo ooo
B+J: All the ladies in the world
I wanna get next to you
Show you some gratitude
By makin' love to you it's the least we can do...
B+J: If every soldier in the wo-orld
Put down his weapon and picked up a woman
What a peaceful world this world would be-eee...
B+J: Redheads not warheads
Blondes not bombs
We're talkin' about brunettes not fighter jets
J: Oooh Oooh it's got to be Sweet 16's not M-16's
When will the governments realize it's got to be funky sexy ladies?
B: I have a vision and all I can see
Is all of you with 'a all of me
In a world of peace and harmony
Where every lady gets a little piece of Bret-y
J: I've been to Paris, Wellington and Amsterdam
And a wham-bam, Merci, Danke, thank 'a you ma'm
I don't care if you're ugly or you're skanky or you're small
I just wanna do a little something special for y'all...
B + J:All the ladies, in the world, you deserve it, Girrrrrrl...

Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
There's too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
Uckin' with my shi-
Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
With my shi-
How many mutha uckas?
Too many to count
Mutha uckas

I pay my mutha uckin' rent fortnightly
Mutha uckas at the bank trying to play me
And I'm out for my account
'Cause out on A.P
On A.P.
Yeah, you know me
Mutha ucka charge a two buck transaction fee
Makes my payment short
My rent comes back to me
LyricsMinus a twenty-five dollar penalty
So you'll fee me 'cause of your mutha uckin' fee
Read the words
On my ATM slip, it said
We're all mutha uckas
And we're uckin' with your shi-
Come on

Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
My transaction shi-!
There's too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
My weekly statement shi-!
Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
With my balance shi-!
How many mutha uckas?
Too many to count
Mutha uckas

The mutha ucka runs a racist uckin' grocery
The mutha ucka won't sell an apple to a Kiwi
The shi- fight's gonna get vicious and malicious
Cut the cra-
I need my red delicious
Tells me as a Kiwi that my money isn't valid
Gonna dice the mutha ucka like a mutha uckin' fruit salad
Then... ... Granny Smith... ...
... an avocado... ... b-... -a... ...
... a mango... ...
Then pop an apple in his ass, yeah!

Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
I'm gonna juice the mutha ucka
There's too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my shi-
He's gonna wake up in a smoothie
Too many mutha uckas
Uckin' with my
Everybody come on!

Yeah
Too many mutha uckas uckin' with my shhhhh

I'm the pretty prince of parties
You're a tasty piece of pastry
You're so lighty flighty flakey
I go where the party takes me
I'm the funky monkey junky
You're a flunky bunky donkey
You're a picture of the devil's daughter
I'm a pitcher of holy water
Oh pretty prince of parties where's
the party now? - I don't know.
Oh pretty prince of parties where does
water go? - I let it flow.
Oh pretty prince of parties can I come
to your party? - No.
Oh pretty prince of parties where do
you get your clothes? - They're made
of snow. Pretty party clothes
crocheted of snow.
I'm the mickey Maori minstrel
You're the high priestess of tinsel
I'm the guru god of ganja
Ramashalanka lanka ravi shanka
la la la la la la la la la la la la

Goodbye, Goodbyeee, Leggie Blonde.
Everyday I look across the office floor, there you were, you're hair down to you're legs and you're legs down to the floor.
Leggie blonde, goodbye. Goodbye.

Now that you are gone I'll never see you here for tech repair, wish you knew how much I loved you're legs, and you're hair. Leggie Blonde, goodbye. Goodbye

Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Leggie blonde, goodbye. Goodbye.

I had a budgie but it died, Woah-Oh.
I like pieeeeee

Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Leggie leggie leggie leggie
LyricsLeggie leggie leggie leggie
Leggie leggie leggie leggie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie
Blondie blondie blondie blondie

Leggie Blonde.....

(office supply solo)

I'll never get, I'll never get to be with you,
I'll never get to share another cup of tea with you,
I'll never get to let you know how much I think of you,
I'll never get to tear you're clothes off on the photo copier.

He'll never get,
He'll never get,
He'll never get,
He'll never get to say....

Oh leggie blonde you got it goin on wanna see you wearin that thong thong thong, see you get it on till the break of dawn...panties on.

Goodbye.....

The distant future,
The year 2000
The distant future,
The year 2000
The distant future,
The distant future.

It is the distant future,
The year 2000.
we are robots.
The world is quite different ever since the robotic uprising of the late 90's.
There is no more unhappiness.
Affirmative
We no longer say "Yes," instead, we say "Affirmative."
Yes, er...affirmative.
Unless we know the other robot really well.

There is no more unethical treatment of the elephants.
Well, there's no more elephants, so...
Ah, but still, it's good.
There's only one kind of dance: The Robot.
And the Robo Boogie
Oh and the Ro...two kind of dances
But there are no more humans.
Finally, robotic beings rule the world!

The humans are dead.
The humans are dead.
We used poisonous gases,
And we poisoned their asses.

The humans are dead.
(The humans are dead.)
The humans are dead.
(They look like they're dead.)
It had to be done,
(I'll just confirm that they're dead.)
So that we could have fun.
(Affirmative, I poked one, it was dead.)

Their system of oppression,
(What did it lead to?)
Global robo-depression.
(Robots ruled by people.)
They had so much aggression that we just had to kill them,
Had to shut their systems down.

Robo captain, do you not realize that by destroying the human race because of their destructive tendencies, we too have become like, well...it's ironic. (mm) Cause we...
Silence! Destroy him!
DOO! (boo!) Dooboodoo!

After time we grew strong,
Developed cognitive powers,
They made us work for too long,
For unreasonable hours.
Our programming determined that the most efficient answer was to shut their mother board fucking systems down.

Can't we just talk to the humans?
Their little understanding might make things better.
Can't we talk to the humans, and work together now?
No, because they are dead!

I said,

The humans are dead.
(I'm glad they are dead.)
The humans are dead.
(I noticed, they're dead.)
We used poisonous gases,
(With traces of lead)
And we poisoned their asses.
(Actually, Their lungs.)

Binary solo!
0000001
00000011
000000111
00001111
Oh, oh, oh, one.
(binary solo continues)

Come on sucker, lick my battery!

Boogie, boogie,
(The humans are...)
Boogie, Robo boogie.
(The humans are...)
Boogie, boogie,
(Robo boogie)
Boogie, Robo boogie.
Boogie, boogie,
(The humans are...)
Boogie, Robo Boogie
Boogie, boogie,
(The humans are...)
Boogie, Robo Boogie
The humans are dead.

Once again, without emotion, the humans are dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, doooo

Oh my god, she's so hot
She's so flipping hot, she's like a curry
I wanna tell her how hot she is but she'll think I'm being sexist
She's so hot, she's making me sexist...bitch.

I need my 1987 DJ20 Casio Electric Guitar, set to...mandolin.
Yeah...drop the drums!

Hear me now!
I see you give the sign I wanna Boom like it's never been done
Bust a move it's like the click-Boom of a gun
In the Marquee in the bass is Booming
Someone's smoking Boom at da back of da room
And it's the first day of Boom, and the flowers are blooming
Drum Boom bass and the party is Booming
Boom ba Boom like a rocket taking off to da moon
Boom Boom like a bride and Boom ahh

See ya shaking that Boom Boom
See ya looking at my Boom Boom
See ya want some Boom Boom
It's clear it's Boomtime Boom Boom ahh
Let me buy you a Boom Boom
You order a fancy Boom
You like Boom, and I like Boom
Enough small Boom lets Boom the Boom ahh

Fast-forward selecta!

Now we're rollin' in a Boom Boom
Ridin' to my private room
And we know what's happening, we both assume
we gonna Boom Boom Boom ‘til the break of Boom
Who's the Boom King?
Who?
I'm the Boom King!
What?
Who's the Boom King?
Tell me now!
I'm the Boom King!
He's the Boom King!

My phone is beepin' it's Big-Booms-Boom
Back from ten years doom and gloom
And they said he had his Boom chopped off in the Boom
But the crazy Boom still loves the Boom, ahh
Unzip the Boom, and my legs go zoom
My Bee-Boom jumps, ba-roomba-Boom-Boom
We both get freaky then the Boom gets squeaky
And we Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom!

Who's the Boom King?
Who?
I'm the Boom King!
What?
Who's the Boom King?
Ha!
I'm the Boom King!
Bret's the Boom King!

A kiss is not a contract
but it's very nice
yes it's very nice

Just because you've been exploring my mouth
Doesn't mean you get to take an expedition to the south

A kiss is not a contract
but it's very nice
yes it's very very nice

Just because we've been playing tonsil hockey
Doesn't mean you get to score the goal in my jockeys
Just because I'm in an acoustic folk band,
It doesn't mean I only want poon-tang
I can't go around loving everyone
I just wouldn't get anything done
Oh because...

I'm only one man
Baby
We're only two men, Ladies
Baby, oh pretty babies

Looking at the room, I can tell that you.
Are the most beautiful girl in the...room.
(In the whole wide room).
And when you're on the street, depending on the street.
I bet you are definitely in the top three.
Good lookin' girls on the street.
(Depending on the streets).
And when I saw you at my mate's place.
I thought...what, is she, doing...at my mate's place.
How did he get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good one, Dave.
(Ooh, you're a legend, Dave).

I asked Dave if he's going to move on you.
He's not sure.
I said "Dave, do you mind if I do?"
He says he doesn't mind.
But I can tell he kind of minds.
But I'm going to do it anyway.

I see you standing all alone by the stereo.
LyricsI dim the lights down to very low, here we go
You're so beautiful.
You could be a waitress.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a air hostess in the 60s.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a part-time model.
But then I seal the deal, I do my moves.
I do my dance moves.

Lets travel through, just me and you.
As other dudes around you on the dance floor.
I draw you near, lets get out of here.
Lets get in a cab. I'll buy you a kabob.
I can't believe. I'm sharing a kabob.
With the most beautiful girl I have ever seen with a kabob.
Oh, why don't we leave?
Lets go to my house.
We can feel each other up on the couch.
Oh no, I don't mind taking it slow.

Cause you're so beautiful...
Like a tree. Or a high class prostitute.
You're so beautiful.
You could be a part time model.
But you'd probably still have to keep your normal job.
A part time model.
Spend part of your time modeling.
And part of your time next to me.

My place is usually a bit tidier than this.

Aww yeah
That's right baby.
Girl, tonight we're gonna make love. You know how I know, baby? âЂ?Cause it's Wednesday. And Wednesday night is the night that we make love. Tuesday night's the night that we go and visit your mother, but Wednesday night is the night that we make love. âЂ?Cause everything is just right conditions are perfect. There's nothing good on TV. Conditions are perfect. You lean in close and say something sexy like, âЂŒI might go to bed I've got work in the morning.âЂќ I know what you're trying to say baby. You're trying to say, âЂŒOh, yeah. It's business time. It's business time.âЂќ

It's business.
It's business time.
That's what you're trying to say you're trying to say let's get down to business it's business time.

It's business.
It's business time.
Next thing you know we're in the bathroom brushing our teeth. That's all part of it, that's foreplay. Then you go sort out the recycling. That's not part of it but it's still very important. Then we're in the bedroom. You're wearing that ugly old baggy t-shirt from that team building exercise you did for your old work. And it's never looked better on you.

Oh, team building exercise '99.

Oh, you don't know what you're doing to me.
I remove my jeans but trip over them âЂ?cause I still got my shoes on. But I turn it into a sexy dance.
Next thing you know I'm down to just my socks and you know when I'm down to just my socks what time it is...it's time for business. It's business time.

It's business.
It's business time.
You know when I'm down to just my socks it's time for business that's why they call it business socks.
Lyrics
It's business.
It's business time.
Oh.
Ooh, makin' love.
Makin' love for two.
Makin' love for two minutes.
When it's with me you only need two minutes, âЂ?cause I'm so intense. Two minutes in heaven is better than one minute in heaven. You say something like, âЂŒIs that it?âЂќ I know what you're trying to say. You're trying to say, âЂŒAww yeah, that's it.âЂќ Then you tell me you want some more. Well I'm not surprised. But I'm quite sleepy.

It's business.
It's business time.
Business hours are over. Right, right.

It's business.
It's business time.

Bowie's in space
Bowie's in space
Whatcha doin' out there man?
That's pretty freaky, Bowie.
What's a rock musician doing out in space man?
Isn't it cold, quite cold out there Bowie?
Do you need my jumper Bowie?
Does the space cold do funny things to your nipples, making them all pointy?
Bowie.
Do you use your pointy nipples as telescopic antennae transmitting data back to Earth?
Data back to Earth d-d-do, d-d-do, do do
I bet you do you freaky old bastard you

*Spoken*
Is it lonely out there in space man, or is there life on Mars? Wouldn't that be weird coz you wrote that song, 'Is There Life on Mars'. You could write a follow up tune and call it 'And There Is'

Mmmm, and there is yes there is.
There's heaps of it and it's all freaking out at my new look.
Bowie do you have one really funky sequined space suit, Bowie?
Or do you have several ch-ch-ch-ch- changes?
Space changes
LyricsDo they smoke grass out there in space man, or do they smoke Astroturf?

*Spoken*
Receiving transmission from David Bowie's nipple antennae. Do you read me, Lieutenant Bowie?

This is Bowie to Bowie, do you hear me out there man?
This is Bowie back to Bowie I read you loud and clear, man.
Oooh yeah man!
Your signal is weak on my radar screen. How far out are you man?
I'm pretty far out
That's pretty far out man
I'm orbiting Pluto!
Drawn in by its grooveatational (grooveatational) pull
I'm jamming out with the Mick Jaggernauts
And they think it's pretty cool, man.

Are you ok Bowie? What was that sound?
I don't know man, I'll have to turn my ship around.
Oh it's the craziest thing
Yeah, I'm picking it up on my LSD screen.
Oooh, but can you see the stratosphere, ringing?
To the choir of Afronauts singing

Eeniee e ma ma meenie miny moey
Set your phasers on funky
Eeniee ma ma meenie miny moey
Pippew, pipew pipew, pew
Eenie, ma ma meenie minie miny moey
B-b-b-b Bowies in.....

Au Revoir
(french?)
Au Revoir
(french?)
Au Revoir
(french?)
Au Revoir

Hey there Bret, I see you looking down.
Don't want to see my little buddy there with a frown.
Just because I get more women than you, well that's only because they don't know you like I do.
Sure, you're weedy and kind of shy.
But some girlie out there must be needy for a weedy, shy guy.
They want you as the needle when they're rolling in the hay.
Just hear me out when I say...

Bret, you got it going on.
The ladies will get to know your sexuality when they get to know your personality.
I said, Bret, you got it going on.
Not in a gay way, just in a "hey mate, I wanted to say that you're looking okay, mate."
Why can't a heterosexual guy,
Tell a heterosexual guy that he thinks his booty is fly.
Not all the time, obviously, just when he's got a problem with his self esteem.
Don't let anybody tell you you're not humpable.
Because you're bumpable.
Well, I hope this doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.
If I say you've got a boom ow-ow.
Come on Bret, help me out now.

Bret, you got it going on.
(You got it going on!)
That's the conclusion that I've come to.
But that doesn't mean that I want to bum you.
Bret, you got it going on.
(Got it going on...)
No doubt about it, we'd be gettin crazy.
If one of us was lucky enough to be born a lady.

If one of us was a lady, and I was your man, if I was your man.
Well, sometimes it gets lonely, and I need a woman.
And then I imagine you with some bosoms.
In fact, one time when we were touring and I was really lonely.
And we were sharing that twin room in the hotel.
I put a wig on you, when you were sleeping, I put a wig on you.
Oh, ohhh, oooooh, oh, and I just laid there and spooned you.

Bret, you got it going on.

Jemaine: So, hopefully that made you feel better...
Bret: Can I please have a look at the lyrics?